Ante Up (Robbin Hoodz Theory)

Take minks off (Uh), take things off (Uh)

Take chains off (Uh), take rings off (Uh)

Bracelets is yapped, fame came off

(Ante up) Everything off

Fool, what you want? We stiflin' fools

Fool, what you want? Your life or your jewels?

The rules (Back 'em down), next thing (Pat 'em down)

Respect mine, we Brooklyn bound (Bound) now (Now)

Brownsville, home of the brave

Put in work in the street like a slave

Keep a rugged dress code, always in distress mode

(That shit gon' send you to your grave) So?

You think I don't know that? (Blaow), **** hold that (Blaow)

**** hold that (Blaow), **** hold that

From the street, cousin, you know the drill

I'm nine hundred and ninety-nine thou short of a mill

(Ante up) Yap that fool

(Ante up) Kidnap that fool

It's the perfect timing, you see the man shinin'

Get up off your goddamn diamonds (Huh?)

(Ante up) Yap that fool (Oh, oh)

(Ante up) Kidnap that fool (Oh)

Get him, get him, get him, hit him, hit him, hit him

Yap him, yap him, yap him, zap him

Them thugs you know ain't friendly

Them jewels you rock make 'em envy

You thinkin' it's all good, you creep through a small hood

Goons comin' up outta the cut for your goods and they all should

Ante up (Yap that fool)

You want big money? Kidnap that fool

If you up in the club, I got your pis-tal money

Catch them fools at the bar for that Cristal money

The '87 stickup kids (What you **** sayin'?)

Get the fuck up out that 740, shorty, I ain't playin'

It's flash that thang time (Bang), bang time

(Ante up) ****, it's game time

Hand over the ring, kick over the chain

Gimme the fuckin' watch before I pop one in your brain

Stop playin' these childish games with me

Representin' 1-718 dangerously, ****

(Ante up) Yap that fool

(Ante up) Kidnap that fool

It's the perfect timing, you see the man shinin'

Get up off your goddamn diamonds (Huh?)

(Ante up) Yap that fool (Oh, oh)

(Ante up) Kidnap that fool (Oh, oh)

Get him, get him, get him, get him, hit him, hit him, hit him, hit him

Yap him, yap him, zap him

I'm a street regulator, true player hater

Get back down, make your ass a MAC sprayer hater

Things that we need, money, clothes, weed

Indeed, hot food, booze, essentials, credentials

Code of the streets, owners who creep

Slow when you sleep, holdin' the heat

Put holes in your Jeep, respect the streets

It's the L-I-L F-A-M-E

Yeah, **** Danze, gave you a chance

'Cause I blast your man, I'm in the wrong?

He said he was strong

I had reason to believe he had some shit up his sleeve all along (So?)

Fuck you, your honor, check my persona

I'm strung out off of Old Gold and marijuana

I'ma do what I wanna, quiet as kept (Raise hell)

Till I'm expired and stretched, yes, Lord

(Ante up) Yap that fool

(Ante up) Kidnap that fool

It's the perfect timing, you see the man shinin'

Go and get them goddamn diamonds (Huh?)

(Ante up) Yap that fool

(Ante up) Kidnap that fool

Get him, get him, get him, hit him, hit him, hit him

Yap him, zap him, yap him, yap him

Fuck, ****

(First Family, First Family, First Family)

Yeah